the house was instantly bathed in the bright scent of pine, which became more saturated as we let her sit and the branches fall. we gave the girl a few turns to find her "good side" and dolled her up with lights and garland.
as we sat in that soft familiar glow, my husband and i reminisced on christmas' past; remembering nights long passed, falling asleep in front of other such trees. but we're parents now; it seems selfish to hold on to that longing when we should be creating new memories for our son.
dicken's wrote, "it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at christmas" though, so maybe we'll just let the boy fall asleep on our chests and we'll all doze off wrapped in the cozy light.